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Big, small and medium-sized,

fish whose schools I didn’t dynamite

the first blockade or two, mission creep

setting in now – flames children burst into,

we elders sit around telling fairytales,

sick of you as you are of us,

patients concealing serious symptoms.

The sun behind you, you could eclipse,

if you were the moon. Words often fail

at the last minute that arrives too early.

Seems you’re currently at a loss for them;

here they are. Listen how? Carefully,

hunger-striker. Sing for my supper,

and you prove the whatchamacallit

would never land on your broad shoulders,

as if it were a parakeet – bolt of lightning,

more like, though that isn’t it either.

I’m at a standstill, not up to scratch,

dependent as pawns are on chessboards –

rooks, kings, queens, the grandmaster’s